My sister (19) and I (21) have always been very close. We've helped each other through a lot of stuff growing up, and we've always been best friends. I don't like to brag, but we're both reasonably attractive. I'm not ripped, but far from pudgy, and I notice girls looking at me every once in a while. She's pretty enough that she could end a relationship with a guy and be with another one the same day. She's not the kind of girl that would jump guys like that, and she would go at least 3 months between boyfriends, but she could have picked up guys left and right if she wanted to. Everywhere we go I see at least a couple guys checking out her slender hourglass body, shapely thighs, bubble butt, and C cup chest.
We have dated several people starting when we were each 14. But the relationships always ended, and we always helped each other through the breakups. Each time we would break up with someone, we would help each other through it. After a few years, I started to see a trend. After talking it out with each other (either before or after the breakup), the main reason that we ended the relationships was because the people we were dating didn't have one or more qualities that we thought were important to have in our significant others, and all of those traits are present in each other. Recently, we've even said things to each other like, "I wish I could someone who was exactly like you except not my sibling" or "If I could move your personality into someone's body that I'm not related to, I would marry you in an instant!"
A few months ago, I realized I had a crush on my sister. I mostly just ignored it and tried to talk to other girls. But now that college is out for the summer, my sister is the only girl my age that I ever get to see. That's when it started moving into something more than just a crush. I started falling in love for her and looking for signs that she might feel the same for me. To my surprise, I actually started to notice things that seemed like she was attracted to me, but they were small enough that I convinced myself they were innocent gestures or that my wishful thinking was making me misread her.
Every Fourth of July, our family has a big family reunion. One of my uncle's owns 250 acres of land in the backwoods. It's located on a river that's good for fishing, and the land is good for hunting. They've made trails for four wheelers covering the whole property, and it's not too hard to get lost. There are usually 80 or more people at the reunions, and everyone enjoys the time in the outdoors. I love being outside, so I usually spend the whole trip canoeing or riding four wheelers. But my sister isn't an outdoors person. She was always more interested in talking and tanning, so she never learned how to swim, which means she was a little scared of the river. And she never thought that four wheeling seemed interesting, so she never bothered to try it. She always stayed at the cabin and talked with family.
It was an hour drive to the cabin, and along the way we talked about what we wanted to there. I was able to convince my sister to try canoeing for a little bit, but only if I promised she wouldn't have to get in the water and that I would take her down some little rapids. When my family got there, we had 3 hours until dinner. We talked with family that we hadn't seen in a while for about an hour. Then we got on a side by side and went down to the river. There were already several people down there, mostly kids and teenagers, and they were riding in canoes and kayaks, skipping rocks, and swimming.
It hadn't rained in a while, so the water was more shallow than usual. This meant it was too shallow to take a canoe in rapids because canoes sit deeper in the water and rapids are places where the water is most shallow. So we needed to take kayaks, which sit higher in the water so they wouldn't get stuck in the rapids. She felt a little uneasy about this because kayaks are made for only one person, but she agreed to try it. We got in our separate kayaks and rowed downstream to the closest set of rapids, which was about ¾ mile away. After we got there, she got too scared to ride down them, so we rowed back.
Her: I think I mostly just didn't trust myself because I've never done it before. I think I would feel better about it if I could ride with you.
Me: I wouldn't mind that, but kayaks only seat one person. We can't take a canoe because we might get stuck in the shallows, and I didn't bring a change of clothes or shoes so I don't want to have to get out and pull us if we get stuck.
Her: But I don't mind sharing a kayak! I can sit in your lap and you can steer us through the rapids.
I didn't want to agree, but I was really excited to see her so willing to be out on the water, and I didn't want to spoil the fun we were having. So I sat down and she sat on my lap. We pushed off, and we quickly realized this wouldn't work to stay balanced in the boat. I spread my legs, and she sat on the seat in front of me, but it was a small seat so we were still pretty well pressed together. On the way down, we talked and joked around. Before we got to the rapids, she asked me to stop.
Her: Wait! Slow down! I don't want to go too fast through this, so just coast into it. And I'm also pretty nervous! Hold me still while we go down!
I nervously put my hands on her sides like a boy at a middle school dance. She grabbed my hands and put wrapped my arms around her with my hands firmly on her stomach. My attraction started to rise, and I couldn't help but get a little excited. As we rode through the rough patch, I noticed every bit of friction between us, and I didn't want it to end. But eventually we were through it, and I had to turn us around to head back.
Unfortunately, as we went up the rapids, we got stuck at the shallowest part! I didn't think the extra weight of her light body would make enough of a difference to get us stuck, but I guess I was wrong. I used the oar to push off the river bed, but we weren't making much progress. She decided she wanted to help, so she started scooting forward and back like you would scoot up a chair to the table. The force from her scooting started to move the boat free, but her rear end rubbing my crotch also started to move the blood in my veins. By the time we were free and all the way through the rapids, I was semi hard.
Because she was focused on getting upstream, I don't think she noticed what she was doing to me, but she started to feel it now that we were in calm water. She tensed up a little, and I she shifted her weight a few times, I think she was trying to see if she was really feeling what she thought she was feeling. But to my surprise, she just relaxed and leaned back against me. After a minute or two of rowing she said,
Her: Um... hey, so, I kind of liked rowing. Do you mind if I row the way back?
Me: Sure! I don't mind giving myself a break haha!
Her: Okay cool! But... I don't want to lean over too far and tip us over. Can you hold me still again while I row?
Me: O-okay [I tentatively put my hands on her waist again].
